Orchard in Winter by M.J.Iuppa

1.

Whenever I see you walking beneath the trees, I

recall the year we planted the orchard, imagining the wild                                                                                      

dreams we had of wicker baskets heavy with kindness.

2.

In your patience, the month of Sundays in December  

seem to keep silent—like a red-tail hawk

hanging stock-still in the winter sky.

3.

Overnight, snow falls upon the thicket.

By morning, you rise & look out the window

at the sudden whiteness— the light

in your eyes— weightless.

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M.J. Iuppa’s forthcoming fifth full length poetry collection The Weight of Air from Kelsay Books, May, 2022, and a chapbook of 24 100-word stories, Rock. Paper. Scissors. from Foothills Publishing in 2022.  For the past 33 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.